The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Harold was fast, but Charlie was faster. He avoided the grab and in a swift action, he clasped Harold’s wrist, shook it slightly, and sneered. “What? Is the injury on your hand healed? Pain is forgotten where gain follows huh?”

Harold suddenly felt an enormous force surging into his body. He took two steps backward, feeling furious and shocked at the same time.

This loser’s strength was quite powerful!

Knowing that he was out of Charlie’s league, Harold growled coldly, “Damn it, you wait here, I’ll get the manager and kick you out!”

Then, Harold turned his head and shouted for the manager to come.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked quickly, with two security guards tagging along.

The man managed a diplomatic smile on his face and said to Harold respectfully, “Yes, Mr. Wilson, how can I help you?”

“Manager, check their invitation.” Harold pointed disdainfully at Charlie. “I suspect that theirs are fake.”

For privacy and security reasons, the guest’s name was not stated on the invitation card. Instead, it displayed a string of exclusive passwords. By using a specific app on the phone to scan the password, it would display the name of the attendees.

Harold’s luxurious suit, the manager knew that he was from a prominent family, whereas Charlie was dressed in mediocre clothes. His lips curled into a sheepish smirk and said to Charlie, “Sir, please show

there was a trace of contempt in

old saying went, ‘don’t judge the book by its cover’, but the manager did. From Charlie’s ordinary attire, the manager assumed

look in the manager’s eyes, and

gaze, and

family. Oh no, my mistake, he is a live-in son-in-law of the Wilson family. I can’t say that

kinds of speculations. How could a person with an

gloomy look and said, “Tell

scrutiny from these people. He was also

coldly, “I walked in

instead, he said, “If you don’t follow the rules and hand

security guards stepped forward

a little panicked by the scene. He tugged Charlie’s shirt and said nervously, thinking that their invitation cards

“Dad, you don’t want to